3 Impossible Things Before Breakfast

Hypostases: there must be three
Since dyads, lacking we, must always come undone.
There must be three, for each enactment of the joy
Must be in turn rejoiced (or what’s it for?)
And joy itself must be itself adored
As languid as omnipotence allows,
In gestures of high court,
While still competing for the helpmeet role.

There must be one, each living in and at the seamless ground
For there is nothing each would claim to own
And yet, when all is done, there’s nothing lost
Since there was not a time when ought.

Yet these are simply structures of our thought.
Which is to say, the three and one are closer than myself.

So now, about that three-in-one: I simply
See no reason to replace a thought with thought
When both seem dear. I’ll have my cake
And eating too, or what’s it for?

Good morning: sit, and bring your friend.
Or what’s this table for?

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